Crash and Burn (Fullmetal Alchemist rp, accepting)

[A*Viola*Named*Steve]

Astrix sighs. "Medical work," she says, struggling to keep her voice even. "Why the heck did you think it would be okay to barge in on me?" she asks, still not looking up from her work.

[Lance-McClain]

Greed smiled at her struggle to keeo her voice even. He was just poking and pressing her buttons, "Its not barging it the door is open." He said, sharp toothed smile forming into a smirk as he propped his cheek up on his hand and placed his elbow on the table, careful of the papers.

[A*Viola*Named*Steve]

Astrix rolls her eyes. "When you opened it, maybe. I closed it so people would hopefully get the message that I didn't, and don't, want to be disturbed."

[Lance-McClain]

Greed scoffed at her explanation. "Sorry. I don't understand hidden messages in closed doors." He said in a surprisingly friendly and soft voice. He didn't always talk so straight forward and harshly to people. "Well, now that you've been distrubed and now that I'm in here, lets mingle with more eye contact and less paperwork."

[A*Viola*Named*Steve]

"I'll pass," Astrix says with a hint of sarcasm. "And really, when a door is closed, it's common sense not to come in."

[Lance-McClain]

Greeds friendly smirk turned into a slightly annoyed one. "Alright. I'll leave if you agree to drinks with me after your done for the day." He offered.

[A*Viola*Named*Steve]

"Nope," Astrix says. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't drink."

(She's really playing hard to get, isn't she? x) )

[Lance-McClain]

Greed chuckled and hung his head, looking at the table. Let up already... She's not going to do anything, let alone sleep, with you, Greed, so give up. Said a familiar Xingese prince who laughed afterwards.Greed snarled inwardly at the boy before speaking again. "Is there anything you do do besides work?" He asked. "How about dinner? Can't say you don't eat." The Sin said. He didn't normally try this hard. What was wrong with him?

[A*Viola*Named*Steve]

"Fine," Astri says exasperatedly. "But not in a bar. Got that? Now will you please just let me work?" She goes so far as to hook her foot around a leg of his chair and pull, tipping him out of it.

[Lance-McClain]

Greed smiled and was about to speak when she tipped his chair and made him fall. He hadn't been expecting it and fell to his hands, catching himself and rolling to his feet. "Great. What time will you be done so I know when to get you?" He asked as he walked backwards to the door to lean on the frame.